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AS he walked down into the town of Sydney from Government House on the sunny morning of his coming ashore from the transport Admiral Gambler, Red O'Shaughnessy marvelled at the good fortune that seemed almost overwhelming after all the bad luck that had been his since being charged with murder in London nearly a year before.
Escorted by one of the Governor's two orderlies, he had followed his Excellency and Captain Antill up the hill to Government House, after landing at the jetty in Sydney Cove. Whilst Macquarie and his aide-de-camp entered the house immediately, he had been bidden to wait on the verandah, and had spent twenty minutes in the company of his stalwart guardian looking down at the little town straggling on either side of the Tank Stream, up the valley from the waterside. He had attempted a trifle of genial conversation with the big trooper standing near him, but had met with a quick and enthusiastic rebuff.